Jehan, for all his blushing silliness, truly took his poetry seriously. He could write good verse, very good verse, if a little unoriginal sometimes, and it was the one thing he didn't have words to explain. Feuilly somehow realised this; when, one night in June, Jehan tried to tell him about what it was like to write poetry, he knew he was receiving a gift, and he nodded solemnly.
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Date: 2005-08-25 06:18 pm (UTC)^___^
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Jehan, for all his blushing silliness, truly took his poetry seriously. He could write good verse, very good verse, if a little unoriginal sometimes, and it was the one thing he didn't have words to explain. Feuilly somehow realised this; when, one night in June, Jehan tried to tell him about what it was like to write poetry, he knew he was receiving a gift, and he nodded solemnly.
Then he snogged Jehan senseless.